I love every moan. Every shaky breath. And when she says my name likethat, like she’s claimingme. I nearly come in my goddamn jeans.
“Thomas,” she moans, both hands in my hair and holding me against her.
“Let it go,” I tell her, tongue moving upward to the nerves that are firing on all cylinders. I suck her clit into my mouth, and that’s all it takes.
Winter detonates, arching off the couch with a silent orgasm taking over her. I wait it out, pressing kisses along her inner thighs as they quiver from the comedown until she’s sated and still on the couch.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
I chuckle against her before pulling away to look at her. Her body is sunken into the cushions, her eyes closed as she catches her breath.
Then she yelps again when I pull her up, tossing her over my shoulder and walking us toward her bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asks, holding onto my shirt.
I kick open the door and deposit her onto the bed, her half-naked body draped along the mattress. I watch her, licking my lips and still tasting her on them. “We should sleep,” I say, still watching as she squirms.
She bites into her bottom lip. “Or…” Her words fade as she looks up at me.
“Or…?” I repeat slowly.
Winter stares up at me, her bottom lip still tucked in by her front teeth. Then she sits up, grabs the hem of her shirt, and peels it off her body until she’s completely naked.
She’s fucking gorgeous spread out before me.
“In the morning,” she begins, “we’ll figure everything out. But I need this. I need…you.”
Her voice is so quiet, I almost don’t hear her at all. But the statement hits me as if she screamed it aloud. It soaks into my body the way her secrets did, wrapping around my heart and squeezing it.
Winter has never admitted to needing anybody, but she needsme.
Slowly, I crawl over her onto the bed. I’m still fully clothed, hardly on an even playing field. But all in due time.
“Say it again,” I tell her.
Her lips brush against mine as she says, “I need you.”
Three words.
But not the ones that most people’s hearts will hold on to like their lives depend on it. No. These ones mean more to me.
She knows it too.
Because she says it again as she unbuttons my shirt. And again, when she takes off my pants and discards them onto the floor with our other clothes. And once more, when her fingers slowly peel the boxer briefs down my thighs.
I need youbecomes my favorite phrase, and I want to hear it for the rest of my life. Because being wanted is one thing—a lot of people want me. But being needed by someone like Winter is a whole different game.
She can take care of herself. Shehas.
But at this moment, she’s choosing me to take care of her.
And my heart reacts to that.
It thumps hard in my chest, beating in sync with hers when I press my body against her and guide my cock to her entrance.
All my thoughts wash away when I enter her, like nothing around us matters. Like the world stops for us.
Every single day, it’s non fucking stop.
